It's obvious that Jungkook knows what exactly he's doing, somehow knows Yoongi just enough to hit all his buttons like it's some kind of sport. Usually, Yoongi doesn't entertain shit like this. Usually, whoever is on the receiving end of this kind of talk simply shuts up and does what they're told. Yoongi has no problem playing bad cop when he sees the crew slacking in some way, telling them off when they're not giving their all. The other boys don't even cross that line with him anymore, because they know he doesn't fuck around with things as important as his music. Jungkook knows that, too. He just doesn't care. And now it is starting to irritate Yoongi.

The smirk hanging on Jungkook's lips sets him on edge before it even fully gets there. Something about it makes the angles in the boy's face sharper. Makes him somehow appear older, even with the childish taunt. Yoongi kind of hates that he's so objectively attractive, that even an expression like that can look good on him. But he hates the lack of gratitude ten times more. "Who do you think is the reason why you're even here tonight?" Yoongi retorts, heat growing underneath the cool voice. It's enough to have Hoseok glance over at the pair warily, already sensing an impending fight, but Yoongi pays him no attention. "You wanna dance at my performance and get paid at my gig? You better fucking get used to me calling the shots. Now get to your position."